"Join us each Thursday from 11:30 AM - 3 PM at Constellation Boulevard and Avenue of the Stars in Century City and find the freshest, locally grown produce in town."
You cannot beat the range of flowers I've seen at the weekly Century City Farmers' Market. My wife has been the joyful recipient of many an exotic bouquet. But wait till you see the food.
After I left John Huston's grave I wandered down to the bridge, thinking about walking across to the island mausoleum. But I spotted a pack of birds hanging around a shady tree lakeside. As is my custom with animals, I slowly walked in their direction and sat down a short distance from them, far enough away to not make any of them nervous, but close enough to invite their curiosity. 
That was how I made friends with my dog BUDDY. He was a rescue. He had been abused by his former owners and possessed a moody disposition. Knowing this, when he was let into the small yard to meet me, I sat down a short distance from him, with my back to his back. Eventually, he started checking me out and, realizing I wasn't going to hurt him, he came to sit next to me. We were friends ever since, right up to the day he died.
This bird felt safe enough with me to come really close. These are all wide angle shots taken at close range. We exchanged looks. The camera noise didn't bother it. The bird walked all the way around me, turned to give me a final look and a squawk goodbye, and then sauntered off and slid into the lake with a group of friends. 
The sun was still bearing down on my back, but the proximity to the lake and the distraction of the birds helped me not to notice. Then I spotted some more birds coming in my direction. But that's Part Six.
On Monday, after deciding to buy both lunch to eat immediately and food items to cook later for dinner at the Santa Monica Seafood market, I bought a spicy tuna sandwich for lunch and fresh yellowtail, chinese coleslaw and octopus salad for dinner. I enjoy this market for its freshness, its quality, and its convenience. Growing up in Gardena, we had to go to Redondo to get fish this fresh. I bought some yellow gladiolus for my wife to compliment the fish.
Here's my lunch pal. I often take my lunch at Woodlawn Cemetery, located at the corner of Pico and 14th. In the olden days, 14th Street was called "Cemetery Road." I know people who have lived in Santa Monica for over 20 years and they had no idea there was a cemetery here until I told them and they still think I am lying. Woodlawn is a lovely small cemetery, right in the heart of the Pico district. It's quiet, breezy, and colorful. Mostly, it's quiet.
